Its like I'm running around, when you go. A subtle shift, a flip of perspective - something's missing, the world is off the rails. Scraps of conversations speeding by, bleepy sounds coming out of an arcade somewhere, a hypnotic percussion groove leading the way through the chaos. When everythings in constant motion, nothing is what it seems.
An unexpected break, confusion and disorientation are mellowing out and the sky is clearing up. When the sun hits my face it's somehow brighter than I expected. Without stopping, I wonder for a second if it's setting or rising. Who knows. Who cares. Theres so much to see. You go, and Im just running around.